The PB&J

Remember my friends Steve and Demian, the ones who taught me about Little Beers? Remember how Little Beers are, like, trompe-l’oeil shooters? Well, here’s what I’d call a trompe-la-bouche, courtesy of my dog’s favorite guncles (which is what we call them since they are Duke’s go-to dogsitters, and which unfortunately I stole from this stupid reality show that I (swear I) don’t even watch).

The PB&J, which tastes just as you’ll expect, reminds me of Birthday Cake shots. Ever have a Birthday Cake shot? That’s another trompe-la-bouche, one that was very popular amongst gaggles of galpals out on a Saturday night at The Royale who wanted to think they were being clever in celebrating the birthday of one of them. Then they would go back to sipping on Skinny Bitches, which is what we called Stoli Vanilla and diet.

The funny thing about the PB&J vs. the Birthday Cake is, they both contain Frangelico. Is Frangelico, like, the incognito changer-upper, sleight-of-hander of the just-turned-21 bar world? Is adding it to a fun (silly) shot the equivalent of waving a magic wand over a shaker and being all, “A la peanut butter sandwiches?“

OMG — peanut butter sandwiches!! ZOMG I’m so clevs.

The PB&J

1/2 ounce (1 tablespoon) Ketel One Vodka

1/2 ounce cranberry juice cocktail

1/2 ounce Frangelico

1/2 ounce Amaretto

1/2 ounce Chambord

Combine all ingredients in an ice-filled shaker, shake, strain into highball or shot glass. Go like this: “Whoooo!”